The River Styx

We are all slaves, working for the shadow king Toiling along the river Styx Bound by chains of darkest mist We are less than dust, worse than dirt Forever broken, forever cursed We souls are beyond the point of hope Forever waiting for what will never show A ticket to take us out of here A boat to one day appear For we have but one dream left To escape this place of horrid death One hope still survives

A tale of a Captain and his ship Who used to save souls from this abyss His ship of fire, a glorious sight! It sailed upon the sea of night Carrying souls towards the light Far from this place of pure dystopia

But one day, the ship didn't show No fiery sail, no golden glow The Captain had promised he would return Yet there was no sign of the ship that burned The ship never showed To save us from sorrow and woe

Ever since, the souls stand there waiting Along the banks of the river, praying Everyone, softly saying The Captain would return

I heard this tale, looked across the sea The river of pain and hopeless dreams A water filled with forgotten memories

I hear the whispers of people praying For the Captain to return But I assume He is forever lost And I wait centuries for Him to cross The river that washes away our dreams This river of uncertainty

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